Tag Archives: writing

On those three nights or so I glue myself to the chair to write, I commit to putting in the time. I literally set a timer for 15 minutes knowing that whatever happens there will be a cheery musical symphony … Continue reading →

Restarting is hard. Even though I’m a writer deep at my core, laziness and excuses took on their own momentum. And I wound up swapping my words for anything and everything – vacation, holiday preparations, sickness, aimless scrolls through social … Continue reading →

Today marks day 28 of my 40-day yoga challenge and I’ve been practicing every single day. Sometimes I push my limits at hot power yoga sessions. On other days, I listen to what my body needs and invent my own … Continue reading →

When I re-entered normal life after an incredible four-day writing and yoga retreat in January, my biggest fear was that I’d lose the soul-energizing connection to purpose that I had discovered. And that purpose was writing and owning the title … Continue reading →

“You can have your book or you can have your excuses. You can’t have both.” -Amanda Patterson I have that excuse quote in my den of creativity at home. This means it’s not always where I need it because if … Continue reading →

The book had been on various shelves of mine for close to a decade. As I shifted from one home to the next, it went unopened. The scrawling red “Wild Mind” text on the spine screamed for attention but the … Continue reading →

My typical Monday through Thursday can best be summarized by one word: discipline. I work. I go to the gym. I pick up my dog from my mom’s house. I eat dinner. I write. Not super exciting. And that same … Continue reading →

I wasn’t super excited to run after work on Monday. My muscles were lamenting the aftereffects of my return to power yoga the day before. My enthusiasm was at rock-bottom accompanied by my energy level. And there was absolutely nothing … Continue reading →

I went on a writing retreat at the very start of this year because I knew I needed help. It was evident in my inbox of positive newsletters and inspiring emails, which had become a morning addiction equivalent to my … Continue reading →

As I move forward with embracing my more free-spirited self , I found myself confronted with my toughest play exercise yet. I had mastered slathering my journal with paint and fearlessly dragging cardboard across the wet surface, creating unexpected and … Continue reading →